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"You despicable fellows, you actually deceived the light, wait, you will definitely be punished!"

Listening to this roar of anger, Bishop Qajar raised his hand and covered his face tightly. &*..Fastest update**

As soon as the pale Serra entered the temple, she knelt pale before the icon of Tyre and began to pray penance, her undue hesitation leading to an uncertain silence that had apparently given Lansendel's attendants an answer.

She was horrified to discover that this hesitation would bring disaster to the city of Simon, and she sensed a silent condemnation in Tyre's stern countenance.

"Kid, it's not your fault. Khazar looked at Serra's face, and a clear old age appeared on his face: "This is all meant to happen. ”

Serra's lips quirmed, and she ended up shedding a few lines of tears.

Seeing Seymour's angry declaration, Butters Goodale had a sinister smile on his face, but he didn't notice that in the shadows of the street corner, a pair of black eyes were looking at his face expressionlessly, and this staring had been going on for half an hour, starting shortly after Goodale appeared in the underground harbor.

Just as he was secretly complacent, a small spike pierced his back from a distance of dozens of yards, and his whole body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted, his face suddenly turned green, and the discolored blood continued to flow down from the corners of his mouth, and he fell to the ground like an epilepsy.

"It's a dirty city. Priest Seymour narrowed her eyes, the anger in her chest still not subsided, and the assassination made her misunderstood, and decided that the place must be leveled.

She ignored the corpse of the man who had led her to Simon, and as soon as she turned the ring on her hand, she disappeared into the city of Simon.

Half-elf Arnell hasn't had a good time lately.

The unhappy mood that has always made him regret bringing home a small trouble.

As an artist, he has always indulged in the joy of painting, but now, whenever he tries to strike up a conversation with a beautiful lady, the tail without the gaze embarrasses him, and this is not the biggest trouble, the bigger trouble is that when he starts painting, Lady Randot Shadow Dragon always makes him feel disappointed.

No stripped beautiful girl has been able to maintain her natural and seductive demeanor under the gaze of Randot Shadow Dragon, so Mr. Arnell's harvest has been terrible during this time.

Arnell tried to make himself look away, but the heavier and heavier workload made him more anxious, and occasionally he could only pray to the great Lord of the Life Cycle, the Reptile Man and the King of Art, to make his life easier. &*..Fastest update**

But reality obviously didn't want him to get his wish, and these days, he had more and more troubles, the first of which was that his immediate boss actually left Simon at this time, and soon after he was informed by Vika, it seemed that Lord Diesel would not be able to appear at Simon for a while.

Of course, this made him tremble, for fear that something big would happen at this time that he could not handle, but he was afraid of something, and a moment ago he received news from the spy, it seemed that Cormier's ship had docked at the West Gate through the dark harbor, and he sent a spy to find out the news, and at the moment, he was restlessly waiting for new information.

His always sensitive instinct told him that this would not be good news.

After a while, the murderous aura made his back feel a tingling pain, Arnell felt uncomfortable for a while, turned his head to see Lan Duo with a blank face, and exhaled, but saw that she smiled at this time, which suddenly made him feel a burst of surprise. ...,

She had never laughed.

But the next sentence made him feel that something was wrong: "The traitor is dead." ”

"Traitor, which traitor?" Arnell was stunned: "Goodall?

The Rando Shadow Dragon nodded.

Arnell's eyes kept rolling, and the spies he had sent out to get the news hadn't come back yet, but judging by the reaction of Lando Shadow Dragon, it was certainly not a small trouble.

Without a certain reliance, how dare Goodale return to Simon?

Sure enough, a short time later, the agent returned with a message that made him convulse.

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"Second Bishop of the Cathedral of the Children of Dawn in Cormier, Flren Seymour. "After receiving Arnell's message, Vika, who lives in the Coastal Association's stronghold, has a very unpleasant expression.

They still live with Penny, the enemy is too powerful like Samast, and their lives are directly threatened, in this case, it is better not to cause trouble for the wizard.

They all know that.

They didn't want to make trouble for the wizard, but when the wizard wasn't there, trouble came to them.

"It seems that the Temple of Tyre has not been able to stop them from questioning. Vika flipped through the information, thinking with a sad face, at this time, the wizard was still carefully studying how to turn the Seal Tower into an infinitely powerful weapon to restrain Samast, and it seemed that he had no extra energy to care about other things.

"Heh! Sitting on the bed, Lanny lifted Salorath with her armpits and pointed it at the sunlight shining through the window, with a childlike smile on her face, kissed the baby twice on the cheek, and then took her into her arms, so that Saloras fell asleep smelling her mother's scent.

Hearing Vika's words, she grumbled in a low voice, remembering the woman who disgusted her at the thought of it, and let out a cold snort: "Look at our Lord Diesel, who is still willing to treat them well." ”

"You can't mess with these good churches. Vika shook her head helplessly, "But now they're coming to the door." ”

"Then hit them. The little gray-complexioned ghostly girl poked her little head out of the shadows, and she had been exploring the place all these days, and when she heard the conversation between the two women, she leaned over and climbed onto the bed, lying on top of Lannie, her big eyes twinkling at the baby who was suckling milk.

"Those glittering people aren't great at all, and Ally has killed dozens of them. Alexia said proudly.

Vika and Lannie both looked at Alexia in disbelief, and in their opinion, this little ghost girl may have something extraordinary, but it would be a boast to be able to kill dozens of Lansendel's warriors.

"Ha, it turns out that the Shadow Soul People have been fighting and killing people since they were so young. Lanny smiled and pinched Alexia's fat little face, and since giving birth, she had become fond of all the fat little ones.

"You don't believe me......" Alexia's eyes were rolling with droplets, as if they could fall at any moment, looking very aggrieved.

"The little one should lie in their mother's arms and drink milk. Lanny grinned and took Alexia into her arms.

"But Arlie doesn't have a mother. Alexia's expression became confused again.

"Oh~ That's a surprise. Lanny was stunned for a moment, and Salorath in her arms was already asleep.

At this moment, Alexia pounced on Lanny's hills, slurped her mouth to the top of the mountain, and the expression of the twins' mother suddenly became like a lightning strike, and her whole body seemed to be petrified in an instant.

Vica was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and snickered.

"Well, it's a little fishy, it's warm. Alexia lifted her face, a few drops of milk slid down her mouth, she raised her fingers, pressed her lower lip, and looked confused: "Is this what mom tastes like?"...,

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"In short, we have to figure out how much trouble we are going to have. Penny sat in a high chair with Orethes in his arms, taking time out of his busy schedule to deal with the new troubles, which did make him feel a little overwhelmed.

"The current Chenguang Church seems to be headquartered in Cormier. Vika put the intel on the table: "We need to make sure our spies get there." ”

"That's not a problem, the people of the Flame Dagger are experts. The wizard shook his head.

Most of them were nobles from Cormier, and they were always hoping to defeat their political opponents in power and restore glory in Cormier, an organization with a well-connected intelligence network in Cormier.

But the wizard was thinking about something else: "Vika, don't you think the arrival of this second bishop is a bit strange?"

"Strange?" the proprietress was puzzled.

"I just fought off Samastre, and some time ago I defeated the Night King, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with evil in Lansendel's definition, right?" the wizard grimaced.

Vika smiled, "Honey, how dare you say that." ”

Penny's old face flushed, indeed, his means of seizing Ximen Port have nothing to do with light and justice, and he is against the King of the Night of Samast, it is all because of the relationship between his position and chance, he has to be, frankly speaking, he has nothing to do with justice, and he has a sense of responsibility, just to keep this world from being ruined, and then live his own life well.

The other wish, which was to return to Serge, and ask the chiefs for something.

"Well, to put it another way, I'm an ally of the harpists and someone close to the Missra electorate, and Lansendel actually acted on me so bluntly without considering their factors?" the wizard frowned, "This is crazy, although the Church of the Children of Morning Light is radical, it would not act so rashly to offend its allies." ”

"So you suspect that the second bishop is trying to get revenge out of a personal vendetta?" Vika reacted, knowing what the wizard was trying to say.

"Well, that's probably what I thought. Penny rested his left arm on the table, his right elbow, and his right hand under his nose, making a thoughtful look: "If it's for personal vendettas, we can still use our 'allies' to fight for some advantageous position for us." ”

"Maybe you can conquer without a fight. He stood up, walked to the window, looked at Ximen City from afar, was silent for a while, then turned around, spread his hands and smiled: "Of course, there is not much hope. ”

"If you don't want to, try it, yes. Vika picked up another pile of documents and flipped through them: "It is said that the first bishop of Cormier, Teresa Pasadena, is a very old and good man, and if it is really the second bishop who takes revenge on you out of personal vendetta, I think we can start with this person." ”

"Good old man?" Penny had a strange expression, having come into contact with several Lansendel madmen, and he could hardly believe that there were any good old people in such a sect.